A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

West Elm followed Ni Xiuer to the corner of the hospital corridor.

Driving through the window at the corner, the night wind blows in from the outside, with a little smoke and fire, but because it is late at night, the wind is chilly.

West Elm flinched and asked, "Did the operation not go well?"

Ni Xiuer nodded, then took out a pack of cigarettes, lit it in front of West Elm, and took two puffs.

The smell of smoke spread in the wind, Xielm coughed twice, but it didn't stop Ni Xiuer from continuing to smoke.

West Elm knew that Ni Xiuer must be in a... no better mood than her.

"Director Liu said that although my father's heart surgery has been completed without any problems, his organs are weak and his condition is not good... Moreover, the postoperative recovery may take a long time, and infection is very easy to occur. In case a second operation is needed... ..."

If a second operation is required after one operation, the condition is likely to be serious.

West Elm clenched his lips, and comforted himself without confidence: "The situation Director Liu said may not happen, not to mention that medical technology is so advanced now, and Director Liu is rich in experience. We take good care of him, and my father can survive."

Ni Xiuer stopped talking, he took off his glasses, stretched out and rubbed the acupuncture points on his eyes wearily.

"I hope... I will contact the hospital in Switzerland in the next two days, and when my father recovers almost, I will send him and my mother there directly."

West Elm looked down at the glasses in Ni Xiuer's hand, and asked, "Will there be any big moves coming from the group?"

West Elm thinks this way because she can feel his anxiety from Ni Xiuer's words and deeds, and most of this anxiety has something to do with the group.

If the group will make a big move soon, then... let Nie Shangdong stay in the country, who knows if more people with ulterior motives will come to the door!
"Xu Er, you can go back and rest. I can stay with my mother here. You have to worry about the group's affairs tomorrow."

After Xielm finished speaking, he took the glasses from Ni Xiuer, and then tiptoed to put them on for Ni Xiuer himself.

Nie Xiuer froze for a moment, his fingertips were slightly hot, and the cigarette butt burned to the end, burning his fingertips.

Ni Xiuer regained consciousness, crushed the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, then turned around and hugged West Elm.

West Elm let out a low cry, and wanted to push away, but when his hand touched Nei Xiuer's shoulder, he couldn't help but stop, and finally patted Nei Xiuer's shoulder slowly, and hugged him back.

"West Elm...it's only been half a year, why do I feel so tired?"

Ni Xiuer's voice was low and muffled, and Xielm felt a dull pain in his heart when he heard it.

In the past, Niu Xiuer always liked to smile, especially when she was unrequited in the United States, every time Niu Xiuer went to see her, she was full of energy, enthusiasm, and vitality...

West Elm was a little sad, she sighed, and said: "Shuer, because we have grown up. In the past, it was our parents who protected us, and now it is our turn to protect them. But don't be afraid, I will help you... Even if it's just the two of us, we will definitely be able to support the Nie family."

Ni Xiuer lowered his head, his eyes fell on the bright and cold floor tiles, feeling helpless and desolate.

He'd love to tell West Elm...

He is not tired because he has to face such a predicament, he feels tired because things are different.

The loving father and loving mother he loves are only entrusted by others to raise him.

His bloodline had been cut off a long time ago, but he didn't expect that person to just watch him live for more than ten years in the same city under someone else's surname.

The person he loves has become an unreachable existence.